Terry Anne was a rice cake
Her head had nothing to do
Seventh son of the seventh son
Rivers of Fu Manchu
Daffodils and pineless quills
Toad and eye of newt
Terry Anne, she loved them all
But nothing has the power... of that claw

He contemplates his next move
In squishy silence he rides on...
Terry Anne was a sumo fan
She had the master plan
Oil wrestling a one-armed man
Doing a handstand
Clueless to the passenger
That rides inside of her
She ventures of to win that dance
Her powers are the result... of that claw

I pistol whipped her in the jaw
Aftershave in her hidden cave
I hide my hideous claw...

Dance, dance, dance, the two-dance dance
Swivel-swivel-swivel-swivel!

Competition, no inhibition
What's this crazy lady thinking?
She's wigglin', she's jigglin'
There's a gigolo a signalin'
Simple human beings will never understand the things I've seen
My claw creates entire races pack them and ship them places
Fools who try to use my claw will find the flaw
Resides in their own narrow sight - I'll kill 'em all